The smell of cooking fumes in the kitchen was so choking that people couldn't keep their eyes open. Shen Qi leaned against the wall and took a nap, drooling almost on his apron.
He had insomnia again last night. Xiao Nuomi woke up crying from a nightmare in the middle of the night. She hugged his neck and refused to let go, saying that she dreamed that her father didn't want her anymore. Shen Qi coaxed her for two hours. When her daughter fell asleep, she became more energetic, tossing and turning until three in the morning before squinting for a while.
At six o'clock in the morning, he would get up to make breakfast for his children, send them to kindergarten, and then ride his electric car that rang everywhere except the bell to the "Old Zhao Restaurant" to go to work.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon, just after the lunch rush, and it's rare for the kitchen to take a break. Shen Qi thought and squinted for ten minutes, otherwise he would have to lie on the pot table during the peak period in the evening.
